A/N: Hey! Thank you for the reviews and the ton of subscribtions and favorites I got for this story :) Thank you all, so very much. They make me more eager to continue with this story, than abandoning it.

This is more of a filler chapter. I'll probably update the next chapter later on, just because I know you all won't want to wait a long period of time for such a short chapter like this one. Things will start getting intense for Hermione and Remus after this. Sorry again, for the shortness.

Btw, I've decided to use the mermaid's song that was in the golden egg from the movie and not the book, Goblet of Fire. I did this simply because it was shorter and kinda sum'd up the longer version that was in the book. Just thought I'd let you know incase there was any bashing on how un-compatible I am to the books :P I'll be pulling excerpts from both series throughout my story. If that's a problem, get over it, because I'll write it the way I like ;)

Disclaimer: JKR is the true genius.

Present day…

Hermione wiped a small tear starting to roll down her face, but a smile present on her lips. The memory was so vivid in her mind. The way he looked at her, and held her gazes, it was very intriguing as a young 13 year old girl.

She almost had forgotten that Harry was still in the room, until she heard a small cough. Looking up, she caught his eye, and wondered where she would go next in her story. She then shuffled through her letters, looking for the right ones. She held them in her hands, before continuing. Hermione looked at him, making sure he was still interested in listening.

"So, did you owl each other over 4th year?" Harry asked curiously. "I mean, is that how it all began? He owls you, and all of a sudden there's a spark between you two?"

Hermione listened to her thoughts speak, before she opened her mouth. "Well… I wouldn't say that. It started off very innocent. Like a mentor/student relationship at the least."

"What did his letter say?"

She picked up the first piece of parchment in her pile and handed it to her friend. "He basically just asked me simple questions… "how has your summer been?" "How are Harry and Ron?" "Excited for your 4th year?" That sort of stuff. I can tell you I wasn't at all impressed at first, but it was sweet of him to think about me, so I replied back."

Harry read the letter and sat it down. It was such a boring "Let's catch up" letter, he almost felt sorry for Lupin at that time. "Hermione, I think he had a weird crush on you."

Hermione laughed, and blushed at the same time. "Yes, I thought so too, but you know, I really could've cared less. Ron was being a prat at that time, and quite frankly, I was excited about the attention."

Harry frowned a little bit at the thought of Lupin advancing on a 14 year old girl, but shook the images away, ready to listen to Hermione continue. "Okay, but if anything get's weird, just let me know ahead of time before you say it."

She smiled. "Not yet, but it will come sooner or later, Potter."

Four years earlier…

She looked outside her window, and took a wild guess on how cold the temperature was, along with added wind chill. She didn't want to go all the way up to the Owlry just to check for her long awaited letter; but she didn't want to miss it either. So without hesitation, she put on her coat, scarf, hat and gloves and headed towards the grounds.

Hermione felt the bitter cold air nip at her little showing skin, and thought anything would be better than this. But it might just be worth it depending on what his owl brought her this time.

Finally, after walking up the thousands of icy stairs, she made it inside the cozy, yet filthy, Owlry. She looked around, until she saw the familiar old barn owl, its feathers soft and chocolaty brown. Tied around its ankle was a folded up, square piece of parchment. Hermione untied the string and opened the letter, holding her breath, excited for what she was about to read.

She sighed of relief, glad of who it was from. This is what it said:

Hermione,

Merry Christmas, my dear, I hope things are going well for you at Hogwarts. I know they should be, for someone as bright as you.

Now, about this egg - come see us where our voices sound, we cannot sing above the ground: Mermaids. This was relatively easy to figure out. When above water, a mermaid's voice sounds identical to the screeching Harry heard when he opened the egg at first. But when under water, it sounds very angelic; similar to what Harry heard when he placed the egg underwater. An hour long you'll have to look, to recover what we took: The mermaids have a possession that he must recover. The only potential problem I see in this task is how Harry is going to be able to hold his breath underwater for an hour. There are numerous charms and plants that could help: The bubblehead charm, gillyweed - probably the most common. Talk to Neville about herbs and such. He has such a knack for Herbology, I think he could solve this problem.

Hermione, I must issue you to be careful at these times. I fear for your life as well as Harry's. His name being chosen was not an accident. It was set up by someone very dark and dangerous, and most likely living within the school grounds. Take caution, my dear, and hopefully I'll be hearing from you soon.

Very sincerely yours,

Remus

Hermione couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. He was brilliant, and she couldn't help but feel an intellectual connection with Remus. He was the only one that understood her, didn't think her knowledge was for show but for practical, reasonable use. He admired her, and she loved the attention to say the least.

Heading back to the common room, she couldn't wait to tell Harry about her new suggestion on what to do for the second task…

Present day…

Harry looked incredulously at the letter. "So, Miss Know-it-all had gotten other resources, has she?"

Hermione glared at him. "It helped you through the Triwizard Tournament, did it not?"

The smirk on Harry's face faded, when he realized she was right, yet again. "Yeah I guess so. But still, I can't believe that whole time you've been getting information from Lupin and didn't tell me about it. Why were you hiding it from me?"

She sighed. "I was afraid you'd think it was weird. Me, writing letters back and forth to our ex-professor. Tell me that strikes you as… odd."

Harry grimaced. "Yeah, you're right about that one."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Hermione, you in there?"

It was Ginny. Hermione got up and opened the door for her. "Hi Ginny. Harry and I were just talking." She was afraid now, that the young red-head would become jealous.

"Oh. I was just wondering where you were," she said, nodding towards Harry. "What are you all…"

Her voice trailed off as she noticed all the letters scattered around Harry and Hermione. "Is this about you and Lupin?"

Harry looked over at Hermione, as if expecting her to get angry and start snapping at his girlfriend. However, she just remained calm, and addressed Ginny with the utmost respect.

"Yes, I've - Well, Harry came in to bring me food and I just got carried away. I wanted to vent to somebody." Hermione admitted, then noticed the gaping look on Ginny's face. "Please don't go and tell the others what we're doing. I really didn't plan on telling anyone, Ginny, but Harry's my closest friend and I couldn't let it hide forever. I just need to take a step at a time."

Hermione seemed like she was about to plead and beg Ginny, but a smile told her everything was going to be okay. "It's alright, Hermione. I understand. You two continue on, I'll just -"

"You can… stay, if you want." Hermione said reluctantly. She wanted to trust Ginny, and honestly she would really be needing a girl companion for the next part.

Ginny squealed a little bit as she shut the door and rushed over to Hermione's bed and sat down next to both of them.

Giving herself another deep breath, Hermione continued on in the story, preparing her for where her pain really began to start.

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